Chapter 1955: Angel Is Looking Forward to It

Early in the morning, Angel was in a great mood. She got up early, had a nutritious breakfast, put on beautiful makeup, and got in the car heading to the film set, feeling utterly pleasant.

Her manager, Sharon, accompanied her, "What’s making you so happy?"

"Of course, it’s something good~" She smiled, dragging out the last note.

She leaned back against the seat, happily looking out the window. The beautiful morning light streamed through the glass, illuminating her face full of fillers.

After a while, Angel looked back and casually flipped through the script with her fair and slender fingers.

Yes, she was quite satisfied with today’s shooting content!

The corners of her lips twisted upward, revealing a hint of a proud, expectant, and malicious smile.

Remembering Abby Sawyer’s arrogant attitude in the bathroom yesterday, Angel’s eyes flashed with a hint of viciousness.

What is she? Just a newcomer, and yet so cocky!

The film set, a large lounge.

Anton Miller came over and immediately found the director here. He discussed some of his thoughts with the director about today’s shooting content.

"Anton, sorry, our drama doesn’t allow angle manipulation in performances."

The director expressed the difficulty, "That’s a rigid rule from above. Shooting with angles looks fake. Audiences are becoming sharper, if they’re willing to pay, we must show our commitment."

"..." Anton Miller glanced at him lightly, expressionless.

The director sighed lightly and added helplessly, "Since the script is good, I have to treat it well. It’s just a slap, not a scene where a group of people beats her up. I think the degree of your concern is a bit excessive."

Is it?

Was he overthinking it?

As an actor, Anton Miller certainly knows what actor professionalism entails.

But he felt protective of Abby Sawyer. He didn’t trust Angel and felt that woman would definitely publicly take revenge lightly.

"Anton, truly sorry." The director apologized to him, "However, Abby has been getting better in recent scenes. I believe she can nail it, and Angel won’t be too harsh with her, she’s a seasoned actress who knows how to control her strength precisely."

Anton Miller didn’t say much, he shoved his hands into his pockets, turned with a cold expression, and walked away, his aura slightly chilly.

The director watched his departing back, sighed in relief, but wondered internally when he started to care about actresses?

During the last production with Sean Dalton, he unreservedly slapped him several times.

After broadcast, it stirred intense discussions online about whether the lead roles were really hitting each other or shooting with angles?

But recalling that Anton Miller had dinner with Abby Sawyer last night, the director had a vague premonition, sensing an unusual relationship between the two.

Yet, even if they are dating, with Anton’s personality, he’s unlikely to be sincere, right?

Moreover, he’s never dated a woman from the entertainment industry, though he’s a philanderer, he detests the industry’s lack of innocence.

Early morning.

Abby Sawyer was also on her way to the film set, driven by Tess Tate. The cool breeze blowing through the window stirred her soft hair, giving an impression of serene beauty.

Abby sat quietly in the passenger seat, buried in her script.

Her script was marked with numerous annotations, in red and green, drawn neatly.

She’s truly an open-minded, serious, and solidly practical girl; with such an attitude, she’ll undoubtedly be a promising talent in the future.

When she stopped reading the script, she felt a slight concern, suspecting Angel might deliberately make things difficult for her.

After all, her character wasn’t great.

But Abby also thought, as long as she did her part well, there were so many people watching, Angel probably wouldn’t dare do too much, right?

At this moment, Angel’s luxury car stopped outside the hotel, and the bodyguard opened the car door for her. She stepped out with her fair, long legs.

Oh my, even the air feels sweet today!